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Chapter 392

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PS: The next chapter might be late, but it will be at six.

He knew that his movement technique had been seen through.

The fellows of the Exorcist Academy were the best at capturing people. It was as if they had formed a giant net. As long as they fell into the net, no matter how they struggled, they would become more and more powerless. In the end, they would be subdued and captured.

This was the unique inheritance of the Exorcist Academy. The other disciples of the Great Leiyin Temple had never learned it before.

When he was in the temple, he had heard that the martial arts of the Exorcist Academy had a unique style. It faintly restrained the martial arts of the Great Leiyin Temple. As long as the Exorcist Academy made a move, it would almost never fail. Because of this, the disciples of the Great Leiyin Temple had to abide by the precepts and did not dare to disobey.

The Qing Gong that he cultivated was top-notch and unpredictable, but he couldn't hide it from the guys from the Exorcist Academy. It seemed that the rumor was not exaggerated. The martial arts of the Exorcist Academy could indeed restrain him. Since that was the case, it was not appropriate for him to fight.

"Alright! Alright! " He laughed, and his body suddenly shrank. His long robe turned into a long robe, fluttering in the wind and dragging on the ground.

He pulled up his sleeves and tied them around his waist. His eyes shone like swords.

"Senior Brothers, this is Nirvana? Don't let him continue, the faster we subdue him, the better! "Fa Yuan hurriedly said.

As he spoke, he lightly pointed out with his finger. The Spear Finger Strike became erratic and unpredictable. It did not move in a straight line. It was like a willow leaf floating in the wind. It moved in a circular arc to Fa Heng's back and struck him soundlessly.

Fa Heng let out a muffled groan. There were two forces colliding at his heart meridian. His heart meridian wanted to break, but it was suppressed by an invisible force, and he barely managed to hold on.

Chu Li felt that it was an eye-opener. He did not know that the Spear Finger Strike could have such a transformation.

It was obvious that this was the second level of the Spear Finger Strike. He had clearly seen the route of channeling his energy. If he had not learned this spell from Fa Yuan, he would not have been able to master this technique no matter what.

The wisdom of the seniors of the Tempest Temple was truly admirable, one could not help but admire them.

Fa Heng was able to suppress the Spear Finger Strike. The formula was also shocking enough.

As his body shrank, his inner force condensed as well, becoming purer and more powerful. His body also became more powerful. This Nirvana Rebirth Technique? The formula was also incomparably powerful, and he had already imprinted it into his mind.

Every time he met a disciple of the Tempest Temple, he would reap great rewards. This gave Chu Li a sense of anticipation.

The martial arts of the Tempest Temple required a profound understanding of the Dharma in order to be successfully cultivated. Coincidentally, he had a profound understanding of the Dharma, so cultivating the martial arts of the Tempest Temple was like a fish in water. It was even easier for him than the disciples of the Tempest Temple.

Other than the Sentient Menace, he was able to master all the other martial arts of the Tempest Temple in a short period of time.

Now that his Heavenly Demonic Power had reached the third level, his Sentient Menace had also improved. He had a feeling that he was about to break through to the next level.

Fa Heng appeared in front of a middle-aged monk in a flash. His right hand turned into a claw and slashed at the monk's bald head.

The middle-aged monk formed a sword with his fingers and stabbed at the center of the claw.

Fa Heng changed his claw into a fist, the middle-aged monk also changed his finger into a fist.

The speed at which the two of them changed their moves was dazzling. There were so many changes in a single move.

In the end, their fists collided.

"Peng!" The middle-aged monk took a step back. Fa Heng's body movement technique disappeared in a flash, and he appeared outside the four-man formation.

The four of them flew up and caught up with Fa Heng in the air. They landed again, wanting to encircle Fa Heng in the formation.

Fa Heng shrunk his body and once again separated himself from the four of them. He entered the forest and coincidentally avoided Fa Yuan's Spear Finger Strike.

Fa Yuan suddenly frowned. Just as he was about to give chase, his body stopped.

Chu Li stood out from behind the tree and smiled at him. "Fa Yuan, long time no see!"

"Almsgiver Chu, it's you!" Fa Yuan pressed his palms together. "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Almsgiver Chu is even more elegant than before!"

"Fa Yuan, you guys can't take down Fa Heng," Chu Li said.

Fa Yuan said, "If we can't take him down, there will naturally be other senior brothers in the temple. Brother Fa Heng can't escape. Almsgiver Chu, don't worry. No disciple of the Tempest Temple who betrayed the temple can escape!"

"What happened to the Raging Tiger Troupe back then!" Chu Li scoffed. "You guys will catch the traitor sooner or later. It might take ten years, twenty years. During this time, who knows how much evil this disciple has done? The sins of the Tempest Temple are too great!"

Fa Yuan pressed his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha.

Chu Li's words were straight to the heart. Fa Yuan could not refute it, but he did not care.

The Tempest Temple, however, had another way of saying it. Everyone had their own cause and fate. The evil that the disciples who betrayed the temple had done was also the cycle of karma.

Dying tragically at the hands of a disciple of the temple could be a debt owed in the past life. Now, it was time to repay the debt. What you sow, what you reap. Since the disciple had done such evil, there would be consequences waiting for him.

Chu Li said, "If I kill him, you won't be like the disciples of the Raging Tiger Troupe last time and seek revenge on me, right?"

"The disciples of the Tempest Temple will naturally be punished according to the temple rules. Almsgiver Chu doesn't have to worry about it," Fa Yuan said.

Chu Li scoffed. "If that's the case, if I kill Fa Heng, the Tempest Temple will seek revenge for him, right?"

Fa Yuan muttered, "… How about this. This time, consider it as me asking for Almsgiver Chu's help."

Chu Li laughed. "Little monk, you finally have some conscience. Alright, I will help."

"However, Almsgiver Chu, I have a request," Fa Yuan said.

Chu Li smiled. "Can't you reveal his identity?"

Fa Yuan nodded slowly and pressed his palms together. "Almsgiver Chu is wise."

"Alright, I agree." Chu Li smiled. "But you must say that it was the House of High Duke who took care of this guy!"

"… Alright," Fa Yuan nodded.

Both of them took what they needed. It could not be better.

After failing to kill Chu Li the last time, the Tempest Temple no longer wanted to kill him. Who would have thought that the good karma would be repaid now.

Chu Li said, "Fa Yuan, I'm very curious. What martial arts did this Fa Heng cultivate?"

Fa Yuan revealed a troubled expression.

Chu Li said, "The Eagle Power?"

Fa Yuan was surprised.

Chu Li slowly said, "The Eagle Power … This body movement technique is indeed strange! … Oh right, I heard that your temple has a type of Asura Power Technique. I wonder if it's true. "

"Almsgiver Chu is really knowledgeable." Fa Yuan sighed. "The Eagle Power Technique is said to be inherited from the Spirit Eagle. Its power is amazing. Unfortunately, the eagle's nature is cruel. Without a profound dharmic base, it cannot be controlled."

"Is the Asura Power Technique the same?" Chu Li said, "I've seen someone cultivate this technique."

"Who?!" Fa Yuan's face turned serious.

Chu Li said, "The Prince, King An."

Fa Yuan frowned and pondered.

Chu Li smiled. "King An obtained it from the Imperial House. It must have come from the Tempest Temple, right? The martial arts of the Tempest Temple are all scourges. Problems arise at every turn! "

Fa Yuan said, "As long as the dharmic base is profound, it will naturally turn evil into peace. There will be no problems."

"Unfortunately, how many dharmic base can be profound?" Chu Li said, "Those who join the Tempest Temple are all for martial arts. They are not really for the dharmic base! … Is there a way to control the Asura Power Technique? "

"Did he obtain the Heart of Asura?" Fa Yuan asked.

Chu Li shook his head. "I'm not sure. What's the difference?"

"If he obtained the Heart of Asura, things can still be done." Fa Yuan sighed. "If he did not obtain the Heart of Asura, the power of Asura needs to be borne by the body and become the Body of Asura. … The more he cultivates, the colder his heart will become. The killing intent will become stronger. Even the dharmic base cannot suppress it."

"What will happen if he cannot suppress it?" Chu Li said, "His cultivation level will become higher and higher, right?"

"… Yes." Fa Yuan sighed. "The advancement of the Asura Power Technique is shocking. I need to report this to the temple. This is no small matter. Once the Asura Power Technique is cultivated, the world will be in danger!"

"Your temple has an Enlightened Master. Just kill him!" Chu Li smiled.

Fa Yuan shook his head. "Asura … This matter is not that simple. Almsgiver Chu, thank you!"

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